Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

Six million to die
(Took a lot to get Rollie nigga)
Six million ways to get
(Huh, hah)

Everybody keep me "make a club record"
You ain't no more, stop making drug records
You got a daughter bout to come, stop making records
I that money back fast, I had the plug flexing
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the section
Hit your bitch with my on, ain't making love naked
I got for my loco but I know cuz reckless
I ain't sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but taught me one
Do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones
I it broke my mother's heart to know her son selling
I had coke in my dresser, as ever
I had a dream featured me on Life After
I be with my niggas, I don't really like rappers
Niggas make a song for nothing but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role, low bagging up rolls, raw shit
I come from a where you seen it but never saw shit
I be at the juice bar, my wheat grass and bark
My younging just came up north, he want to park shit
Tryna teach him something bout and how we started
Lower poverty, homies from jail calling me
Playing the number everyday but never hit the
Liquor store on every corner, might as well get
I remember free lunch wasn't shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, load up
I told I got him by the end of the month
I was thinking bout with the cinnamon guts
These shots'll blow your mind away, now your dust
And memory of, I got a JF Kennedy
Presidential enterprise, I need another rental
Tryna take a package to North Carolina
Maybe buy Ferrigamo, I'm so focused on the commas

If you never broke it's gon' be hard to feel me
Allah get my flow, it's gon' be hard to kill me
They say make perfect, we at it every day
about that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I'm gifted, come learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie come something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something

It's to stop what's already in motion
I ain't gotta hit your blunt, already been smoking
G denims on my Shmurda shit
In '08 my mental was really on some murder
nothing was work enough
Just to the time started working out
Me and my nigga Jay Black way back
He a Bronx nigga, met him in
crib, met up with fiends
Imagine Nas you, hell of a dream
Somebody me
Promise they say ever getting to me
Used to watch House Party, not play listen to me
This talk that make the hustlers want to open shop
This that stash house talk, don't let 'em the spot
This that talk that got my city to rap again
This all black everything like an African
This that middle of the summer in a trench
Glock 19 reminding them of how you been

If you never been broke gon' be hard to feel me
Allah get my flow, it's gon' be hard to kill me
They say practice perfect, we at it every day
Thinking that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something

I talked my way right up out the nigga
Put your to it, anything is possible haha
From a hole in the wall,
Now we in the suite man
Top floor, flower for your nigga
Harlem,